Dear my diary,
As the snow trimming my life, the passions of love floating into the atmosphere, burning all desires in time. As the tide under the moonshine, a love of mine, unite with memories. I can't laugh, I am unable to dream, don't know where I am. And if love is white and pure, like a tulip in my hand, this fire of love shall be my last hope.
My dearest night, please sing with your songs, a song of eternity, where the doors of the heart were closing upon the words of love, a feeling in the myst, a tale of a past.
Please wake me up !
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